Long after we're gone, when insects rule the world, dragonflies will rule all insects. In the meantime, here's your new manual to dragonflies of Vermont.
This may be the perfect gull. Cosmopolitan, versatile and elegant in flight, Bonaparte’s Gull is a gull for people who don’t like gulls. It slices the frigid air like a swallow. It drifts and swoops and swirls before me here on the Niagara River as the giant falls roar in the distance.
A seasonal (and sacred) repair job on my beloved Toyota Tacoma.
Might I have an exceedingly rare blue-morph Ross's Goose here? I've been ruminating on this bird for nearly a year with no decision. Now I report, you decide.
The Arctic has come visiting. Vermont's first reported Snowy Owl of the season showed up yesterday, November 12, at the Whiting Library in Addison. We've got news of other white birds as well.
My Veteran's Day contribution comes from a precious friend, Erica Heilman, who produces radio exploring the depths, summits and dusky corners of the human condition. Over the course of two days, Erica interviewed Vaughn Hood, who was a 118-pound barber when he was drafted into the Vietnam War. Never have I heard anyone talk about the Vietnam War with such honesty and simple eloquence. Erica calls it "the story of an extraordinary American life."
LINT ALERT: We’ve got big outbreak of Blue Fuzzy-Butts on the wing.
For three decades, as autumn leaves blazed and swirled across Vermont, an annual rite of fall was the Champlain Valley "snowstorm." Snow Geese in migration, sometimes more than 10,000 in day, filled the skies and covered fields in a honking blanket of geese. But here’s the forecast for the fall of 2015: the blizzard ain’t happening anymore. Instead we've got flurries.
Moonset through clouds this morning from Monhegan Island, Maine.
Here on Monhegan Island, the north winds deliver us migrating songbirds, and the raptors take them away.